Friday, May 18, 2018
VanLife Day 11 or GlassLife Day 9993
I'm feeling like this post has more to do with GlassLife than VanLife right now. When you're on a long show, meaning longer than 3-4 days, it can sometimes feel like an eternity. Such is the case as I near the end of this gig.
It's been a delightful stay and I've reconnected with friends, made new ones, and generally enjoyed myself but it's time to move along down the road. What's more, I'm anxious to do so.
This should be my last longer show for a while. Typically I limit longer shows in malls to Christmas, St. Valentine's Day, and Mother's Day. So, I won't have another one like this for quite sometime and who knows where I'll be come Christmas.
I enjoy the music and art festivals quite a bit and all the smaller shows in-between are pretty fun and often profitable too. When compared to a race, they're like a 50 yard dash as opposed to the longer shows being more like marathons. You run them each differently. Your inventory is different, your clientele is different, your expenses are different, and your profit is different. Longer shows offer stability and security. Shorter festivals offer opportunity and diversity. There's a time and a place for each of them.
What do you call a flock of hummingbirds? A charm! I've made of charm of hummingbirds in the last couple of days to be sure. Half a gross to be exact. After having made thousands and thousands of them over the years, I think I could make them in my sleep and sometimes I think I have.
Production too can become a little monotonous but it also offers time for reflection and thought, not unlike riding a bicycle for me. I can just kick on autopilot and let my mind wander around a bit.
While I churned out my recent charm of hummers I thought of different paths to my first major destination, the Pacific Northwest and of places and people I might visit along the way. Colorado would seem to be the best way to go and as luck would have it, I have a good friend, who happens to be a priest in Christ Catholic Church, in Colorado Springs. I think I'll pop in on him for a bit and see if I can wear out my welcome.
We'll see where the Kraken takes me...